“Yes, it is mine, so I can give it to you. Would you like it?”
“But this is Mr. Warrener’s room.”
“Yes, but the mirror is mine for all that—was mine, I should say, since it is yours now.”
“Really and truly mine? to take home with me? to break if I like?”
“Really and truly yours; but you must try not to break it: a broken mirror brings bad luck on a house.”
“There is bad luck enough on our house already without that,” said Olver, suddenly gloomy.
“Bad luck,—how do you mean?”
“I don’t know; Nicco says so sometimes, when he has a black fit on him.”
“Nicco?”